Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Saturday, 25 October 2014
Sand
Sand...hmmmm...rightio then
*ahem*
There once was a man from iceland
Who liked to roll 'round in the sand.
It got in his britches,
And it had 'em in stitches
But when the coppers showed up he was banned.
Thankye
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